Looks like the north end of Islet to me....but that's not anywhere near Raven, so.....

I really like my Petzl E-Lite.  Small, fits into a little plastic egg, I carry it in a zippered pants pocket all day.  Weighs nothing, has been reliable for me. (I did have one that started getting intermittent after I beat it up enough, so I replaced it).  It only provides 50 lumens, but I don't need to illuminate the entire outdoors like a prison yard.  It has a lever switch - dim, bright, strobe, red, something else I can't remember, but all I ever use is "bright", and it has an "emergency whistle" on the cord, which is comically useless.  I hang it in the tent and it lights up what I need.  It is easy to carry two if you want redundancy.

The only downside I have with it is I wear a broadbrimmed hat, and the brim of the hat interferes with the light beam.  I think that would happen with a lot of headband-style lamps.  Not problematic enough for me to want to change, I use it every trip.

I feel like the sun is in the wrong position for this, but Wenona?

I looked to me like you chose to enjoy lunch at an upscale restaurant and your server just dropped off an incredible appetizer tray.

When the needles fall it will be like the jelly of the month club.  "Clark, that's the gift that keeps on giving the whole year long."

Probably not the photo you we're thinking of given my subject name, but the faithful, loyal, and ever ready nova craft pal serves its annual yuletide purpose of holding up the christmas tree in a bucket of water while we prep the family room for the tree. 

And not for nothing, but this tree is soooooo much bigger than we thought it was.  I usually take a tape measure but thought I would eyeball it this year.  Well done......

The 1km portage next to that is a former road from that structure, and is about as straight, wide, even, and smooth as it gets.  So, there was no excuse for me, in 2016, when I fell on that trail with the canoe.  I stepped on a little nub of a root, slightly larger than the size of a knuckle on your index finger, and it was just enough to buckle my ankle and I went down in a heap.  Proud moment.  

I stink at this, but that looks kind of Booth-ish to me. 

Well, first off, your daughter is a real gamer, so well done to her!  This trip was no doubt another moment (in a long list of moments) in which you were reminded how glad you are to be a dad.  

Second, and this is important, you'll want to commit this to memory.  My family did "The Alphabet Game", but we played it one topic at a time.  So, maybe animal one round, fruit/vegetable another round (quince fruit - you'll need to remember that), movie titles, characters, occupations, locations, colors (good luck with that one) all kinds of things, but of course, it all started with animals.  Ready?  X-ray fish.  (Specifically "X-ray tetra, but the judges will accept X-ray fish.)  X was such a difficult letter in ALL of our versions of this game that X-ray fish became the accepted response for X no matter what the topic was.